I'm getting my things ready for the next day. I've never felt so excited about going to school and I still can't believe this is happening to me. I'm living a daydream. Summarily, I arrived in a school where even if they know that I am mute they do not try to punish me for a fate for which I am not even responsible. I exchanged with comrades, and I was applauded by my acquaintances and anyone other than my sister worried about me. I think I have passed a great milestone in my life. I hear my door click and my sister comes in with a mug of hot milk in her hand. "It's almost 10 pm. You should go to bed because tomorrow you're going to have to get up very early… you know with everything that's happened I haven't been able to go to work lately I feel like my boss is going to sting me with one of those crises so tomorrow I'm going out early… but don't worry your lunch will be ready the same evening I couldn't pick you up…do you think you'll be ok? »I nod, and she smiles at me. "Okay I'
I don't know what to answer or what to do in this situation he is right and I need to take the notes that were taken before me also I need friends but this is not the subject.So if it's so kindly offered I can only accept. I turn to him and nod my head."Good see you tonight then"I look at him doubtfully, he tells me as if he is going to go away and come back. It's not possible, he gets up and hangs his satchel on his shoulder then leaves before the teacher even comes. Why did he even come here? Could it be that it was just to see me and offer me his help that he came? No, I have to make up my mind, I have to come to my senses and not let myself hover over such idiotic assumptions.No sooner had he left than the professor returned. The school day passes quickly and since the morning Michaël has not returned to class.I dare to imagine that he is somewhere in high school and is just skipping class...The end of class rings quickly and I walk through the halls of the school in search o
My relationship with Michaël is quite complex, I cannot say that we are friends but not that we are only comrades. He is the only one with whom I can exchange and I also appreciate his patience with me. He talks to me with kindness and when I have to talk to him he doesn't say anything to me when I take a long time to write what I want to say to him - no disparaging remarks - he just waits until I'm done then reads aloud voice to find out if what I wrote is exactly what I think and that's how we've been talking for a few weeks.It makes me happy to be able to share with him even if it just boils down to studies and the fact that I know about his talent on the piano. Since that day we have never mentioned it again and given the way he reacts I don't want to talk about it, maybe he wouldn't like it. I'm just enjoying the fact that I can trade with someone my age without worrying about bullying.We are sitting in our private corner in the library and unlike our usual it is only the break
So I get up and with one last sad look, I leave him and go to class. I'm going to go to the vending machine afterward to bring him an energy drink. I'm sure he'll need it.I walk down the hall and can see many girls in my class gathered around Charlotte the Auburn Goddess. They all sound sad or something as I hear sobs.Almost all of them are gathered around her trying to console her and I tell myself that I should also be among them but then I wonder why I would do that. She only spoke to me once and then nothing. We are not close enough for me to do that so I will abstain.I pass in front of them but I still have time to follow a few snippets of their conversation."Come on, calm down, Charly, you know he didn't mean it that way. »"It's true... you know he's been busy with shoots and other commercials lately I'm sure it's just fatigue"So they talk about Michael. It's true that when I found him he looked like he wanted to explode with rage but when I arrived he quickly calmed down h
Michaël grew up in a stressful environment, that's the little he can say. His father, a successful businessman, had married a young actress who was making her debut but whose talent was already recognized on the national film scene. Carmen is a young redhead with green eyes and milky soft skin. She was not only an actress because, in her debut, but that is also to say when she was 14, she had been in a girl band that had many fairly popular songs to its credit. She then wanted to embark on a solo career but in vain because she, unfortunately, did not have the 'trick' to make her voice resonate and be heard. Her manager had therefore decided to enroll her in a casting for a minor role in a film and despite her protests wanting at all costs to be a famous singer, she had finally accepted and passed the audition.The producer had found her a rather explosive talent, he said, for the cinema, deciding to give her another role than the one for which she had auditioned; he had decided to bet
Michaël and I were walking down the street when he fired his driver wanting to enjoy my company even longer. It was the end of class and after working on the exercises in today's class we were out two hours after the end of class with my heart pounding at the fact that my sister must be worried."That's what I've been telling you from the start, you really should have a cell phone but you refuse to let me offer you one"I shake my head in denial, no I don't want my friend to give me a cell phone and I don't want my sister to go into more debt to give me one either.“It would be easier and simpler you know… to contact you”I turn to Michaël and he looks away while his ears are red – what are these rather bizarre reactions with him? The last time I asked him if he had a fever and he said no but he's been red for a while finally I concluded that he doesn't like the sun may be according to his organism it is too hot.I shrug my shoulders before blowing with my lips, the noise is quite pron
I was there impatiently waiting for the reaction of the owner. Either way, it shouldn't be a problem for me to be mute since I wouldn't need to talk to customers. I should just tidy up, right? It shouldn't be a complicated matter. But if there's one thing I've seen in my short life, it's that you will always be judged by what you are alienating, what you can't do. I am not arrogant but I know my capacities and my skills and I know one thing, I can when I want - and there I can without any measure do what this man will ask me to do because I am not a penguin and I can perfectly perform these tasks.Words are not a brake because only actions count.I look down and feel Michael's hand on my shoulder, I look up and I can see in his eyes that he looks determined, for what reason I can't tell.“Listen, sir, Emma is the most capable and committed girl I know, she can do any task without sawing and she is the bravest girl there is I can guarantee you that”I blushed at the flood of compliments
Michael did not expect Emma to do what she did. She kissed him on the cheek and even though it wasn't the first time it had happened to him coming from a girl his age, he had never felt such a surge of feelings. It was as if his chest was going to explode, his heart throbbing so powerfully. He blushed with shortness of breath and then lowered his gaze in embarrassment under Emma's lost gaze. She was far too innocent and naive she couldn't know how much she disturbed him with her way of acting so unconsciously. Ever since he'd seen her fearful gaze when she walked into their class, he'd known she was going to naturally catch his attention.This look he recognized was the same as that of his sister when he often takes her in public. She is afraid of the judgment of others and fears their insults. He recognizes the look of people like her and it immediately appealed to him.But what ends up convincing him is the conversation between Emma and her sister at the end of class while he was wai